He was ‘The Hardest Working Man In Showbiz’. He was ‘The Godfather Of Soul’, ‘Soul Brother No.1’, ‘The Minister Of The New Super Heavy Funk’. These sobriquets, applied to any other artist, would seem nothing more than a gargantuan, ego-driven case of self-aggrandisement. Applied to James Brown, on the other hand, and they merely hint … Continue reading Obituary: James Brown. (Dec 2006)
So here’s the thing: man never landed on the moon; Princess Diana was murdered; Elvis is very much alive; Kennedy was shot by the CIA/FBI/Mafia (delete as applicable). I was watching this program on Sunday night about the various 9/11 conspiracy theories. Not, you understand, because I give any credence to these theories. Quite the … Continue reading 9/11: Conspiracy, My Arse.
‘…The best pop does what Bogart and Brando and Monroe have done in films – it has to be intelligent and simple, carry its implications lightly and it has to be fast, funny, sexy, obsessive and a bit epic.’ Nik Cohn, Awopbopaloobop Alopbambboom. ‘…We had no idea people were taking it seriously.’ – Bernie Edwards, … Continue reading In Praise of Pop: Chic, and the Rock Snob